Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

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It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“Can say the same about you’re voice. Pretty deep with the small new york accent to it. Could even tell you were tough by your muscles.” He said as he wrapped his arm would the others side and continued on with the tour in just a few more areas.

“Yeah, I keep myself occupied. When I’m stuck at my hideout during daylight I often work out to pass the time.” Chip said as the duo travelled though the castle to their next destination.

Brooklyn would then take Chip to the highest tower of the castle. They were so high to the point where clouds folded themselves onto the top of the building. This point would have a great view of the city at night and no one would be able to see strange looking beings up top. “Great view isn’t it?’

Chip leaned cautiously against the edge of the stone turret, towering over the ancient castle and the modern skyscrapers that surrounded them. A rush of both danger and wonder flooded through the wolf as his bright blue eyes gazed out across the vast city skyline. “Wow… it’s so different seeing things from this angle.” Chip marvelled at over the stunning view. He had seen things from up high while sailing though the air with his bike’s glider, but this was something else entirely.

Brooklyn would sort of have his feet on the refurbished ledge as if he was just gonna perch up here like a stone gargoyle. “Never really been this high up before we came here. Could probably glide to the other side of the city if I tried.” He looked back at the wolf mutant.

“Betcha get a lot farther than I would with that bike of yours, right?” He gave him a small nudge on the side.